Disclaimer - I dun own Digimon, and never will--what a shame. _;;
A/N: Yet another chapter, don't get used to it. I'm on spring break right now - plus I'm out of a job - so I have lots of free time. I've finally written something in Yamato's POV - for Redrum, because she's been uh... 'hinting' at it for quite some time. ^_~ It's not a full chapter, but some of Yama's POV just for her. ^^
Oh, and a special note - I've started the sequel to BtC and you can check out the first couple paragraphs of 'Sunkissed Dreams' in my livejournal. www [.] livejournal [.] com/users/alley86kat/5169.html So feel free to check that out - and tell me what you think; love it, hate it, pitch it, whatever.
Chapter.Five
Never in his entire life did he think he would fight with someone that could never see him before. Actually, he never thought he would fight with anyone at all. When you're not exactly visible, you don't seem to have that problem. But now, having experienced a 'fight', if you even want to call it that, he didn't like the feeling all that much.
It made you clench your fists, grit your teeth, and make your face turn red. Not even mentioning that you want to punch the person you're fighting with. He just wanted to tackle Taichi. Punch him in the face so he could feel better.
He stared at Taichi as he slept, plotting what he was going to do to the brown-haired boy. When his vision landed on the boy's shoes, Yamato smirked evilly. He laughed out loud as he tied Taichi's shoelaces together. And, that was only the beginning of Yamato's reign of terror. He was going to make Taichi's life a living hell.
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When Taichi woke up the next morning, Yamato had to keep himself from laughing. He watched as the boy got out of bed, only to trip and land on his face moments after. Yamato chuckled, he was starting to feel better.
"I'd kill you if I knew how," Taichi muttered out loud, untying his shoes from each other. "You wanna fight dirty? Why don't you play fair? Scared?" Yamato shook his head, the grin never leaving his features.
"Taichi, who on earth are you talking to?" asked Taichi's father, Yamato jumped startled. Taichi jumped to his feet, and brushed himself off. He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head with one hand.
"N-nothing, dad. I mean, n-nobody." Mr. Yagami raised his eyebrow at his son's suspiciousness. "Don't worry, dad - I was just talking to myself. You know how I am." He nodded and exited the room. Yamato laughed as Taichi sighed in relief. He watched as Taichi walked out of the room.
He walked out into the living room and plopped down on the couch, next to the pet cat¹, waiting for Taichi to come into the room. Once Taichi entered the room, he picked up the cat and sat down where the cat had been. He and the cat settled down, and Taichi grabbed the television remote; starting to channel surf.
Yamato smirked and looked at the cat. "Hey, kitty," he said, reaching out to touch the cat. The cat stared at Yamato, her tail twitching wildly. Taichi stared down at the cat for a few seconds, an eyebrow quirked. "Boo," the blonde said, startling the cat. Hissing, the cat dug it's claws into Taichi. The brunet yelp, and pushed the cat off his lap, getting scratched in the process.
"What is your problem!? Gah, stupid cat!" he muttered, staring that the scratched on his hands and arms. Yamato gave himself a pat on the back - a job well done. "I hate you." Taichi whispered, staring at the television screen. "More than you could ever know."
"Oh c'mon now, Taichi. Something must have spooked it."
"Oh, yeah. Right, mom," he said. Too bad he wasn't talking about the cat. Yamato laughed. Taichi's head snapped to the side, glaring at Yamato. "You're a jerk."
Grinning, Yamato smiled. "Why thank you. I didn't think you thought so highly of me." Taichi growled.
"Drop dead!" he said bluntly, his voice rising to a loud pitch.
"Taichi," his father said sternly. Taichi winced, giving his father an apologetic look.
"Aw, Tai - I'm hurt," Yamato replied, a mock-hurt look expression on his face.
Taichi threw his hands up in the air, and snapped at Yamato, "Shut up!" After he said it, he looked at his father instantly. "Not--" But, his father just shook his head. Taichi sighed, and got up - leaving the room.
"Tai! Where are you going?" Yamato called after him, getting up and following him to his bedroom.
"Just leave me alone. This isn't fun anymore! I wish you'd just go away." Yamato stared at Taichi for a long time. Was he sincerely distressed or just playing it off that way. "Can you please just leave me alone? I mean, why do you have to ruin my life?"
At that Yamato laughed. "Your life? I think you've got a few more years to worry about." Taichi sighed, but didn't say anything. "What? Your dad? He'll get over it. You weren't talking to him anyway."
"It's not that easy."
That puzzled Yamato. 'It's not that easy'? It's not like it's the end of the world. At least, Yamato was pretty sure. How could Taichi be this upset about it? It wasn't that big of a deal. Taichi sighed.
"You don't get it."
"Sure I do," Yamato insisted. "At least, I think I do. Anyway, I didn't know it was going to get you this upset--"
"--I'm not upset; I'm just..."
Yamato smirked. "Upset."
"Shut up."
"Isn't that the reason why you're upset?"
Taichi let out a yell of frustration, making Yamato jump. "I'm upset because you made me upset."
"How did I make you upset?"
Taichi didn't say anymore, he just stared at Yamato.
Okay, so maybe he was pushing his luck a tab bit. Yamato was being stupid on purpose and they both knew that. He decided that he'd gotten Taichi back good enough. He did feel kind of bad for being the reason his father was upset with him though. Even if he couldn't understand why that made Taichi so upset.
He had to admit, this was much more entertaining than sitting around all day and just watching. He'd watched Taichi enough to know when and how to push certain buttons - which, yeah, did give him an advantage. But, Taichi had hit a few weak spots - even if he didn't know it. He didn't think that it was a coincidence that the brunet could see him. But, how could he go from not even realizing Yamato was there to being able to nearly pushing him out of the apartment?
Yamato may never know, but Taichi didn't seem to know anything either. The blonde wasn't doing anything different than what he had been in the past - well, except the messing with the brunet's head part. Which, was kind of fun. He was already clumsy and not able to keep his attention on something for very long - so what if Yamato took advantage of that too.
"It wouldn't be so bad if you wouldn't flaunt the fact that only I can see you; by being a jerk when other people are around me," Taichi said, breaking the silence. "Shouldn't you know by now that I don't think before I speak."
"Ah, so you realize it too." Taichi shook his head.
"Can you stop for one minute?"
"Stop what?"
"What you just did."
"What did I just do?"
"Stop repeating me."
"I wasn't repeating you."
"Argh! Just, don't talk. I wasn't talking about repeating me - I was talking about playing everything off like it's a joke." Yamato quirked an eyebrow.
"When was this? I don't remember that."
"You're doing it again."
"I'm completely serious... But, how can you even say that? You're the one that usually does that."
"So? You don't have to do it to me."
Yamato shook his head, but laughed despite himself.
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When Taichi woke up the next morning, he glanced around the room suspiciously. He wasn't wearing any shoes this time, so he couldn't trip and fall on his face again. Well, he could and is highly likely, but the cause won't be Yamato's.
His morning was uneventful though, which was good. Yamato was being nice too, which was a relief. Taichi decided he'd go over a friend's house in the afternoon. He had to talk to someone who wouldn't think he was completely crazy, or at least someone who would help him figure it all out.
When he knocked on Koushiro's door, he wasn't too worried. He answered the door with a smile.
"Hey," he said, letting Taichi in.
"Hey," Taichi replied, giving a slight wave.
"What was it you wanted to talk about?"
Taichi looked around the apartment. "Are your parents home?"
"No, they just left. Why, did you need them for something?"
The brunet shook his head quickly. "No, I was just wondering." He paused for a few seconds before continuing. "Do you know anything about ghosts?"
"Not really, but I guess I could do some research. Why?" Taichi shrugged.
"I think a ghost is, uh, living in my apartment." Koushiro's expression was serious, even when he replied.
"Tai, I didn't know you believed it ghosts."
Taichi shrugged, but then his hands began to flail about in the air. "I didn't - well, not till recently. I swear, he has to be a ghost. What else could he be?"
"He?" Taichi nodded. "Are there, uh, 'ghost-like things' going on?" Taichi shrugged, shaking his head. "Is 'he' messing with things, like, let's say keys - moving them around. That sort of thing?"
"He does it to me just to be a jerk."
The two were silent for a few minutes, before Koushiro snapped his fingers - Taichi jumped.
"Look, Tai - I'll look some things up for you, okay? It sounds like a ghost, but then again it doesn't. I'll check into it and call you later. Right now I have to do some things for my mom. So I'll talk to you later, okay?"
Taichi nodded. "Thanks, Koushiro - you're the best, really."
The brunet left with high hopes of finally having some kind of clue as to what Yamato is. Maybe he could figure out a way to get rid of him. He hoped that Koushiro would find something out quick, he was at wits end.
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Aero: I want to apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes. My eyes are doing funny things right now, and it doesn't help that I can barely see out of my right eye because it's almost swollen shut. I have read over this plenty of times, but I'm just making sure. Please leave a review! They're much appreciated. ^^
Oh, and I also apologize for Yama being so out of character, and possibly Taichi as well. _
¹ - I couldn't remember the cat's name! Would anyone enlighten me as to what it is? X.x;;