Krazy 4 U

A Digimon fanfiction

Written by Bexi

Chapter Three

Thick, suffocating smoke filled the small kitchen. The foul stench of burnt meat was overwhelming as it rapidly spread through the house. Matt placed his hands on his hips and glared as Tai grinned sheepishly and held up the baking tray that once held a golden chicken. Tai picked at a wing and laughed audaciously, which sounded rather forced, as it crumbled in his hand.

"Tai, what the hell did you do?" Matt asked, holding his tongue as best as he could. It was proving to be a harder task than it originally seemed. He had only left Tai alone for fifteen minutes while he went and got some bread from the shop. The chicken was almost done but there was no way that it could have burned to a crisp in a short space of time.

Tai laughed away his embarrassment but it didn't stop the blood from rushing to his cheeks.

"It didn't look like it would be cooked in fifteen minutes, so I just … turned up … the heat a little. That's all, I swear!"

Matt snorted and raised a brow. "And did you remember to check up on the bird to make sure that it wasn't burning?"

"Of course I did!" Tai said defensively. He put the chicken on the side and gave it, what could have looked like an apologetic look, before returning to gaze to Matt. Under the scrutiny of his best friend he couldn't keep up the pretence and sniggered awkwardly. "Okay, I might have gotten just a little sidetracked."

"A little?" questioned Matt.

"Just a little. T.K. was at the door and I couldn't just leave him outside, could I?"

"T.K.'s here?" the blond asked, looking in the other room for his younger brother. He couldn't see T.K. Was Tai just trying to talk his way out of burning dinner?

"Found it, Tai! This way Matt shouldn't find out and go hysterical. He's quite sensitive when it comes to his cooking," came the voice of T.K. as he ran downstairs two at a time into the kitchen. He held up a cylinder can of air freshener with an array of yellow flowers printed on it -- summer breeze fragrance. "I would never have thought to look in the bathroom. I wonder about my family really. This one time, Matt put the bread in the fridge and the butter in the breadbin."

He continued to speak; oblivious that Matt was leaning on the wall behind him. He stopped for a moment when Tai began to waft his arms around. T.K. stared in confusion. Was it the smell?

"Tai, what are--?"

"Matt'srightthere, T.K.," Tai squealed, pointed rapidly at the wall that Matt leaned across.

"What?" T.K. asked, bewildered, turning slowly. He saw Matt smiling back. "H--Hey, Matt," he muttered lightly as he scratched his head through the white hat he wore. "You're back early."

Matt laughed. "Not really. But I suggest that you both put your money together and order a takeaway." He looked at the singed chicken. "Since dinner is currently burned to cinders and crumbles whenever it's touched."

Tai and T.K. nodded sombrely. T.K. resisted the urge to tell his brother that it was all Tai's fault and he should have to pay the full amount but he knew that Matt was too generous for his own good and would more than likely pay more than his fair share. He laughed as Tai threatened to hit Matt with the chicken. The bird's leg broke off, as did its wing, when Tai picked it up. He was going to throw it in Matt's direction but decided against it and thought the best place for the chicken would be in the waste bin.

The younger blond stopped when he heard the phone ringing and picked it up instantly.

"Hello, Ishida residence," he spoke casually down the phone.

There was no answer at first but he could hear soft breaths that slowly became rapid.

"Hello?" he asked the person.

"Yamato please," the rugged voice croaked.

T.K. took the phone from his ear and stared pensively at it. The voice was hard to distinguish between male and female.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" he asked, trying not to sound too confused and accidentally insulting the person on the other line.

"Yamato, please," the same voice replied but T.K. recognised and distinctive feminine tone to it.

"All right, can you just wait a second while I got get him?"

T.K. turned on the spot to the kitchen where Matt and Tai continued to argue. Obviously they were so caught up they failed to hear him shout out Matt's name.

He sighed. "Matt! There's some girl (well I think it's female) on the phone who wants to talk to you."

"If it's Jun, tell her I've left the country," Matt shouted back from the kitchen in a light voice but walked up and took the phone from his brother nonetheless.

"It doesn't sound like Jun, Matt."

The blond shrugged his shoulders. "Hello?" he spoke and waited for a response.

The phone went dead.

Matt sighed frustrated and slammed the phone back on the wall.

"'Just ignore it,' Dad says, 'they'll grow tired of it!'" Matt complained and slumped down on the chair.

T.K. and Tai walked into the living room and sat with Matt. The older blond didn't speak but his striking eyes wandered around the room, almost confused. They were even more confused when they saw a letter being pushed through the letterbox.

Matt stood up and looked at the others. Hadn't the mail already been delivered today?

He slowly bent down and picked up the white envelope and saw in bright crimson read the words "Yamato" scribbled across.

To be continued…

Author's notes: Hey, it's me again. There is not much I can say here. I'm sorry if this chapter may be a little off, I've had a hard and rather embarrassing day. One) when I'm writing this, it happens to be the early hours of the morning. 2) I had first-aid class today and I was the test dummy. We were watching this video about amputation and I cannot stand the sight of blood … I get dizzy at the slightest sight. Well, the room was extremely hot and that didn't help. So one minute and watching this woman chopping her hand off (blood was gushing all over the place) and the next minute white dots are appearing in front of my eyes and I can hardly see what going on. Everyone was afraid I was going to faint, so I was used as a procedure of what to do if someone is near on fainting. It was embarrassing … everyone looking at me and asking if I'm all right. I can't stand being the centre of attention; I'd rather just blend into the background.

Strange, I can write and read about people cutting their wrists, but I can't watch it? Go figure.

Thanks for all the reviews, they were lovely to read.

Reviewer's responses:

Violette Mai: Hm, thanks for the review. What should I call you? How about Vi? Oh, well, thanks for the review, it really got me thinking. What would Matt's father do if he came home and found that his son wasn't there? Makes the cogs in my brain turn. I wonder? Nah, I won't spoil anything.

Kayla Silvermoon: Glad you liked the chapter; I enjoyed it … just because I did. That was a lame excuse, I know, but trust me, I enjoyed it. I wanted to get more into Masaharu's head than anything, just to bring out a bit of his character.

Curtis Zidane Ziraa: Well, I can't tell you who the freak is exactly because that would spoil everything that I have worked for. Matt is going to be single because I like it better that way. My love life is like shit at the moment, so should his! Besides, I don't like the Matt/Sora pairing shudder

Yarri: Thanks and I totally agree with you there.

Scarlet Shaman: Well you seem as cheery as ever. I haven't heard from you in a while, where've you been? So, I have your permission to destroy Matt's life? (Rubs hands together and laughs manically.) Thanks!

Thanks a bunch

Bexi