Thanks for your wonderful reviews on this, to be honest I didn't expect more than three reviews. But everyone seems to be mad at me for putting up a rough start. ::Puts a bucket on head for protection:: Don't be mad! And I was thinking about adding Taiora to this, but I won't do it if most of you cannot tolerable Taiora. So tell me if I should or shouldn't.

Chapter 2:

Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore

Seether feathering Amy Lee, Broken. (good song btw)

Yamato's POV:

"Damn." Swearing in front of the mirror seen to be the only way to self-punish myself. I looked into my own reflection and saw a revolting mess of hair stuck up a foot high resembling a blonde vision of Medusa's snakehead. In addition to my bad hair day, I sniffed a french vanilla aroma coming from my own body. Woman fragrance, one of those things you will never catch me wearing.

Let me take a moment to contemplate what just happened here. I woke up, found a woman in my bed, she looked at me starrie-eyed, then ran out the door without a word. It's not everyday that I get rendered in such a situation as this. On the other hand, much of it didn't come as such a shock at first.

Let me tell you a little profile on myself, I'm Yamato Ishida, the lead singer of the most popular band worldwide. I have fans who's willing to chase me like ducklings following my tail everywhere, even to my bed if it's humanly possible. Ninety nine percent of my obssesive fan population consist of females. Me, however, I never smoke, never considered myself a player, never intend to sleep with another woman other than my own wife. I don't introduce any outside woman into my personal life as far as I'm concerned. No shit! So much for a fitting profile according to what just happened yesterday. All the events that did take place yesterday was another story. One that I will probably regret for the rest of this freaking life considering the endless possiblities of negative consequences.

I plopped down to the edge of my bed as I recalled everything. I was on a band tour in Miami. Yes, Miami. Sunny beaches, and young chicks walking on the streets with jiggling asses trying to get noticed. If you want my opinion, I think those are stupid ploys only sluts would do to get attention. Awe now this is way I despise this city so much, too many distractions from insane girls. Not a single fan like the idea of me being married to someone else but that's not enough of what it takes to stop them from getting up my ass. Whenever Sora's not with me in public, my fans would make up sneaky tactics trying to ruin our relationship, sometimes they would plant a kiss on me before I could realized what's going on. And by the time I get home, I would have to face an angry Sora with a magazine in hand showing a picture of me with a lipstick mark on my cheek.

That leaves me with another dilemma. Either how I deny it, I can deny the fact that I've just cheated on my wife. Now all I will do is pry that I will get away easy. Yes, prying is the cure to any restless thoughts going around one's mind. Once that's over with there is nothing I can do except to go back home and pretend everythings normal as it once is. Tomorrow is when I start packing and head home. I should be happy since I hadn't seen my family in such a long time that I can't even recall what my son look like. Instead of looking forward to see them, a sudden fear conquered me. I could basically see a imagery of our future like a short tragic film fast-forwarding before me, and let me just tell you it wasn't pretty. I voided all worries and went back to rest. My thoughts felt silent.

Sora's POV:

The house devoid of his smile vexed me. I strode down to the kitchen in the dark in search soothings, and I came upon a stickynotes left by Tai.

"I did the laundry and brought the groceries for you, need anything else, just call me."

I shooked my head and stuck the note on the the refridgerator. Old reliable Tai, you can count on him for everything. I mental made a note to thank him tomorrow and kept walking in my pajama pants to wherever my feet carries me.

It's so quiet, not once in months have I came across this kind of peacefulness.

No sounds were heard except those of my footsteps, then suddenly my peace was severed by a click. I flinched, my senses wide awake, hearkening for any sound of movements.

"Sora? Are you in there?" That certainly did come out of my mouth. That voice so familiar yet far away. Who could it be? Who would be at the door two o' clock in the morning? The sound of keys rang in my head like chiming bells. I cringed at the thought of a robber trying to break in.

A gap widened in front of my eyes, showing deeper shades of darkness. I could not move, I could not speak, all I could do was freeze in time and leave my eyes open.

A faint strip of green clothing seeped into the hollow line agap between the door and the wall. More colors entered my eyes, a pair of deep blue orbs blinked once as they caught my ruby ones.

"Yama?" An inferno of excitement ran through my bones.

"Sora." His breathy voice gave me a scare as he called my name.

He grimaced through tears, flailing his arms out of hug me. A fierce grip squeezed me hard on my back, his nails dug in to sent a displeasing sting through my veins.

I pulled away gently. "Why are you back so early? Did something happen?" I furrowed my brows and asked.

"Shhh." He quieted me. "I don't know how to explain this, but please just trust me. Everything's fine. I missed you so much." His husky voice sputtered in my mind. He suddenly stopped but opened his lips to say something else. I'm waiting, but nothing further was said.

I observed his face, discerned him throughtly, studied his eyes seeking to find out what's going on. After useless attempts, I finally give in and nodded. "Come inside and let's get some rest."

He forced a grin and took of his shoes before stepping in to the carpet floor. Those troublesome inferno of his grimace, those fire. They were lost to me.

Something was wrong, I can sense it.