Hehe IM BACK! Wow, im turning into one of you Taito people. LOL, this is great fun, but so sad. Its very different to what I usually write. If you've looked at my profile you'd seen my story Undecidable. R&R it's by far my most successful fic, so give it a try even if you're not a Sorato fan! Ok, ok. I bet you're all thinking just get on with it. So that's just what im going to do before you all raid my house with pitchforks and torches (yes I mean the ones that use batteries) HAHAHA. Ok well I hope you like this next chapter… Oh and please Review it to tell me how I did.

Miserable

Chapter three: Remember me

"What are you talking about? You are Tai! You know Tai? Taichi? Taichi Kamiya?" Yamato attempted to laugh, waiting patiently for the man to acknowledge him standing there.

After a deal of seconds studying the group of people, their clothes, and not to mention each shocked facial expression, he spoke again to the blonde, "Im sorry, you must have the wrong person. I don't know who this Tai person is. And im sorry to say I don't have any idea who you four are either."

"Taichi." Yamato licked his lips and grabbed Taichi's shoulders, slightly shaking him. "You do know me. Remember? Im Yamato. Yamato Ishida?" his response was no more then a shaken head and a puzzled expression to match. "Taichi you know me!" he shook him harder frowning.

"No, no. Please, don't shake me. I think there is somewhere I am meant to be… I came here for an appointment, you know that disseise that's going around? I was here getting a shot to force it off."

Yamato released Taichi's shoulders and turned a vicious glare on Doctor Gennai gritting his teeth as he paced towards him. "Why doesn't he remember anything? It will eventually ware off right?" at first he asked calmly. The second time he asked more firmly "Right?"

"We did our best Yamato. It wasn't as easy as it sounds." Gennai twirled his thumbs biting his lip. "We had to remove the drugs from his internal organs. Meaning we sliced open his stomach." The fumes and drugs poisoned his brain… we didn't exactly know that had happened. There is nothing we can do to restore his memory. Your lucky he can speak! When someone looses their memory, they usually forget how to talk; we don't know how much he has forgotten. It will help by me asking you, how long have you know Taichi?"

Yamato ran his fingers through his hair puffing his cheeks. "Kindergarten. Sora, Taichi and I have been friends since Kindergarten."

Gennai began taking notes on a fresh notepad he had removed from one of his pockets dabbing he pen on the tip of his tongue. "How well does… did, he know his mother and father?"

Yamato mused answering, "He knows them as well as I do, which is from kindergarten to around year seven. Then his mother died, and his father left him." It was a sad thought but true. Taichi's mother passed away due to breast cancer around the time Taichi was half way through year five.

After spending a year or two as a bachelor his father met with a woman Taichi knew quite well as Tay. Eventually she moved in, and no sooner married Taichi's father.

But speaking, Tay was never greatly fond of the boy and convinced Taichi's father the best solution would be moving out without Taichi knowing. So that's what they did. Taichi returned home from school one afternoon and entering his house he noticed all the furniture had moved, empty. Nothing in sight, only the clean marking's of picture frames around the walls.

The only room without any furniture removed was his. Taichi's bed still unmade from that morning where he had woken up, and his dirty garments littered the floor. The one thing that stood out was a brown soft teddy bare on his bed, which he had stored away in the cupboard at his and Yamato's apartment. Along with the bear he had his last memory of his mother. It was the last picture in the house after his father had burnt them all thanks to Tay's continuous insistence. He had luckily snuck it away with him, a family portrait. In the centre Taichi stood between his mother and father as joyful as ever, he cried that day once he pulled it out from under his bed, sobbing into his pillow asking himself 'was it my fault?'

The family portrait was his last memory of his mother, one which Yamato thought was impossible to forget about. Yomato told a shorter version of the story to Gennai.

"That's really sad. But im sorry to say, he wont remember it, if he can't remember you there is less then a one percent chance he will remember any of that." Gennai glanced over his notes and shook his head. "Im sorry. I don't think there is anything we can do now. It's up to you now Yamato. He has no idea who you are. If I were you, let him go on and live a new life. Or if you are really stupid, you'll throw about twenty years of your life away and start fresh. I'm of no more use to you."

Outside the hospital…

Yamato's mind trailed away as the other's tried talking to Taichi asking him questions he obviously couldn't answer. The only explanation he could find was, a crazy woman who seemed to love pink was dishing out questions, a red haired girl was asking about work, and last of all a strange blue haired figure asked if he would ever do drugs again. "Look, im sorry people. I just don't really know who any of you are… I've never seen any of you in my life. And I have never done drugs before. And I don't exactly plan to."

Sora was still in deep thought and walked over to Yamato tilting her eyebrows inward while the other two kept Taichi busy. "Yamato? Will he get better?"

"… No… apparently it's a permanent effect. We have two options according to Gennai. One is leave him and allow him to start a new life by himself or… we can throw away our twenty years of friendship and… start again?"

The girl beside him rubbed her arm and bit her lip panicking. "I would never leave Taichi even if he couldn't walk, talk, see, hear or smell. And I don't think you would either Yamato. So… I guess we have our answer."

The blonde tapped Taichi on the shoulder and directed him to stand in a spot over by the garden located on the opposite side of the hospital doors. "Please sit or stand here for a minuet while we organize this."

"Huh?" Taichi looked at the four characters, the poor guy looked like he was on the break of crying, probably because he was so confused.

Yamato dragged Mimi and Joe over to Sora. "Look, I think its best we introduce you guys later. Ok first things first, Taichi has lost his memory and we have decided we're starting fresh. If you guys don't want to be apart of his life, just say so."

"What!" Mimi screamed loud enough for Taichi to hear. "We would never ditch Taichi. Tell us what you need us to do and we'll do it. Except if you say jump off a bridge I don't think I'll be cooperating as well." She smiled.

"That's fine you aren't jumping off any bridges. Well, Sora and I are going to talk to him and most likely…" he mused, "I don't know, I haven't thought about that just yet! I just need you guys to get back to home base and tell Mr. Fujiyama the situation and Taichi's condition. He will be presenting us with a new mission today… take it."

Joe and Mimi nodded, walking away as though nothing had happened and they had never spoken to Taichi. Packing themselves into Joe's small green car they drove out the hospital tooting as they turned onto the main street.

Yamato approached Taichi with Sora at his side. "Hey sorry about that whole incident. We didn't mean to frighten you; we must have just found the wrong person. You look just like one of our friends." 'Really hot…'

"Yeah. It's all right; I was getting a bit worried when you hugged me. Not to mention when you kissed me! Unless you just like walking up to strangers and kissing them?" He laughed. "Sorry I have forgotten your name."

"My name's Yamato Ishida. And this here is Sora Takenouchi." The woman smiled and shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you Yamato, as it is to meet you Sora. I don't think I have introduced myself properly yet have I?" Taichi arched an eyebrow at Yamato.

'Yes. I know exactly who you are, Taichi Kamiya. I have known you for around twenty years!' Yamato could only wish he was able to scream it, without sounding like a fool. "No, you haven't." Yamato's thoughts repeated in the back of his mind like a CD player with the replay button jammed in.

Taichi began, "Well my names…" the black haired man wandered. "I just had a mental blank. Wow! Im so sorry I don't remember my name. I must sound so stupid!" Taichi's eyes widened surprisingly. "It's like I just had a hang over… I don't even remember my last name."

This was the perfect opportunity to convince Taichi his name was in fact Taichi Kamiya. "Well, remember that friend we were looking for?" Taichi nodded. "He was our dearest friend and only passed away a week ago, his name kind of lingers in my thoughts. His name was Taichi Kamiya. I have just been so confused lately you reminded me so much of him. So, since you can't remember your name why don't we call you Taichi Kamiya?" 'I hope this works.'

Sora crossed her fingers behind her back as the man pondered. "That sound's great, it sounds similar to my real name… so do you guys live around here?"

'Damn it! Um…' Yamato's quick mind shot into action. "Yeah. I live not too far away from here. I used to live in the same apartment as Taichi Kamiya, but now it seems I live alone."

The young man turned to Sora and laughed. "Oh sorry! I thought you two were a couple. Are you brother and sister?"

This time Sora answered, "No, no. Yamato and I have known each other since kindergarten, and unfortunately he was my neighbour all those years at primary school." 'This isn't as hard as it seems. We can say absolutely anything, and he'll have no idea what we're talking about. Poor Taichi…'

Sora cleared her throat gazing to her left at Yamato. The blonde stirred, "Uh… hey Taichi? Would you like to come with us down the street for a coffee? Or maybe a bite to eat?" Sora nodded agreeing with Yamato's question.

"That sounds great. I do feel a bit hungry, are you sure you guys don't mind? I mean, you barely know me and you're offering me to join you for lunch. I really don't want to intrude." He cringed.

Yamato smiled and Sora awed. The blonde pat Taichi's shoulder shaking his head, "Don't worry about a thing. You look like you've had a bit of trouble, I think you could do with a good cup of coffee." It didn't seem hard, it can't be hard, but maybe it was just going to get worse.

"So…" Yamato sipped his coffee licking his lips. "Are you in a relationship with anyone Taichi? Children? Family? Do you have a job?" He didn't exactly know why he asked this. Maybe just for the amusement of watching Taichi struggle, or just to see how he would answer.

"I don't have a girlfriend or anything like that. And as far as I know im unemployed, I was fired. As for my family… it's quite odd. Those two strange people are my parents… well so I thought. Maybe they are having a bad day too." He nibbled his sandwich and laughed. "I'm not remembering a heap today am I?"

'Ok let's go over what you just said Tai. Of corse you don't have a girlfriend unless I had a sex change in the last three minuets. You have a job. You work for the FBI. And god damn it! Joe and Mimi your parents? Are you insane? They are only friends like Sora and I, and I highly doubt Mimi had a child when she was…' he did the math. 'One! Oh god Taichi!' Yamato nodded sculling his remainder of coffee due to the surprising answer Taichi had given him. Beside him Sora too was polishing off the remainders in her mug folding her arms across the table.

Yamato's phone rang. "Hello?" he answered cheerfully.

"Uh! Yamato? We have bad news! I mean really, really bad news." Yamato held silent and Mimi who was screaming into the phone continued. "Well, let me start by saying. We are all dead, the four of us! You told us to accept the next mission Mr. Fujiyama presented us with, so we took it."

"Mimi, you seriously need to calm down. Anyway, continue." Yamato rest his elbow on the table tapping his lip.

"Ok let's look at it like this." Mimi, on the other end of the phone was pacing rather quickly around her office booth with a stack of papers in her hand. "Apparently in less then twenty-four hours ago a new murderer had been spotted somewhere in New York. He sniped three innocent people from the TCU building in the city square."

"Shit." That's all Yamato needed at this moment. A murderer and a dumbfound friend. "So what do you want me to do at the moment?"

Mimi threw herself back into her chair lifting her feet up on the desk sighing. "Well we can hold out for you, but Sora has no reason to be hanging around over there. Mr. Fujiyama has heard about Taichi and he thinks it's better if… you leave him."

Both ends of the phone were silent. Yamato yelled irritably and pounded his fist against the table, he, Sora and Taichi were seated at. "No! Look Mimi, im prepared to do whatever it takes to get him back. Tell Mr. Fujiyama I'll do it in my spare time. And tell him you know who" (he was referring to Taichi.) "Has nothing more to do with this. Count him out of this, I'll still take my place, and at the same time fill his. I told you I wouldn't give up on him… even if you guys will." He calmed towards the end.

"That's not what I said Yamato. Im just saying Mr. Fujiyama said that it would be wiser to just leave him be. But hey, that's your business… You can't do it Yamato. You will crash and burn for the whole group if you try filling two seats with one arse! And in the nicest possible way im saying, you are going to screw yourself over by trying to help a goldfish remember."

Yamato gritted his teeth "Shutup!" Mimi's heart almost stopped. "Im sorry." Yamato's eyes flickered realizing how loud he had actually yelled at poor Mimi. "Ok. Fine, whatever you say. We'll find out soon enough who will crash and burn. Send my work and extra file back with Sora to my apartment." He ended the call, tucking his mobile back safely into his pocket.

The only noise from the table was Yamato's voice trying to follow through clearly. "Sora. They want you back at the restaurant" Sora knew he was only acting and doing quite a good job "And I suggest you go, very quickly." Sora nodded and pushed out her seat.

"Well Taichi it was lovely meeting you, talk soon guys!" She darted off down the street.

Taichi stood though quickly interrupted by Yamato, "No! You stay!" he pointed at the chair.

He took his seat. "I just thought I might go, you seem to be under a lot of stress at the moment." Yamato shook his head. "Ok well if you're sure…" he changed the topic. "So you work at a restaurant?"

"Yeah." Yamato lied smiling happily to hear Taichi's bliss voice. "I work with your mother and father, not to mention Sora. They just called me to tell me… painful was on fire." 'That was the most ridiculous thing I have ever said!'

"Painful?" Taichi arched his eyebrow smiling.

Yamato's quick thinking packed in again. "Yeah. Painful is my sandwich." He retrieved the sandwich from his pocket. "See? This is painful. I made him about three months ago." He stroked the sandwich "Do you wanna hold it?"

Taichi's laugh was more satisfying then his smile. "That's so cool. I never thought to give any of my foods names." He took the sandwich offered by Yamato studying the egg oozing out the sides. "Is the egg by any chance mushed in your jacket?" Yamato preferred not to answer rolling his eyes. "You're very different to a lot of people I've met. I haven't exactly come across anyone yet who has an egg sandwich with a name."

'Neither have I.' He took back the egg sandwich shoving the mush into his pocket. Yamato's mind was beginning to ease unlike before when at any second he would have just popped the situation he was hooked in.

"Today has been a really confusing day! I just tried thinking about home, but there's nothing there. Maybe I need to go for a walk and clear my head…" Taichi could be easily read through his eyes, and at that moment it was saying 'what's wrong with me? This guy must think im a spastic maniac' which was completely mistaken. "I can't thankyou enough for lunch." He picked five dollars from his pocket placing the note on the table. "Well… as I said. My head's a bit foggy today. I bet if I just walk around a bit, I'll suddenly remember what's going on." Taichi pushed back from his chair shoving his hands in both pockets strolling away with the slightest glance thrown back at Yamato.

'Common, think stupid brain! What should I say? Do you want to come back home with me until you figure out what you're doing? No! Umm…' "Taichi!" the man didn't respond. Yamato covered his mouth with one hand lifting one leg over the other trailing deep into thought. 'Hmm…'

Outside the hospital…

The blonde entered his convertible accelerating out onto the street. 'And I still don't know what to say!' Yamato scanned the streets for any sign of Taichi. 'Where would I be if I had no memory, no home, no family and no friends? No idea! Cause I haven't exactly lost my mind yet! Or maybe I am. And this is just a big dream!' Yamato pinched his skin screaming, "Ouch!" 'Nope, this isn't a dream.'

He noticed a young man standing in a shallow waterfall flowing through a green field between two apartment buildings. The waterfall wasn't exactly a waterfall; it was more like a flight of stairs with a continuous water current flowing down to a centre pool decorated with water lilies, blue lights and ripples. On both opposite ends of the roads, were two freshly built apartment buildings set up around the centre city.

Yamato applied his shades; he looked pretty stupid wearing sunglasses as the sun was practically moving aside for the moon to rise.

His glance studied his outfit persistently, a keen eye out for any creases in his jacket, pants and assuring his shoes were still neatly tied. He stopped and stood on the edge of the fountain. Yamato stepped down the water-covered stairs until standing one step behind Taichi.

The black haired man knew of Yamato's presence but held his eyes down by the pool of water. "Fancy meeting you here." For seconds neither Yamato nor Taichi spoke. "It's beautiful isn't it?"

Yamato still in deep thought of the day lifted his head and gazed over the pool. "It is… I was looking for you. I called out your name back at the table but it seems you don't respond to Taichi too well yet."

"Yet?" Taichi turned to meet Yamato's shades expecting his cobalt blue eyes to latch with his like a spiders web of truth. "What do you mean yet." He mused before asking. "Yamato?"

"Well it just so happens, I have a spare room back at my house. And well I never really got to talk properly to you; I was concerned one of my new friends would be out in the cold night alone. I'll let you stay there for free, it's not like anyone will be living there anyway… if you want! I mean!" he stuttered. 'Crap!'

"Don't worry, I get the point." Taichi laughed. "I figured you're gay."

'What! Wait! Yes! But!' Yamato was as puzzled in his head as he was for words. 'Of corse im-! How dare you!' He only wished he could scream the statement you're gay too! back at Taichi. "Why does that matter?"

"It doesn't." Taichi's smile was so innocent Yamato forgave him at that second. "Im not usually interested in guys but I have to say, you are by far the hottest guy I've come across. But I would never exactly…" he took the time to think. "Go out with you… date like, it isn't right… well I don't see that in you."

"Uh." Yamato remained calm, but in his head he was loosing every sign of sanity. '# &$! & & ! & (! &#!' "Like I'd date you!" Yamato laughed. "For starters I wouldn't even come onto you." 'Oh yeah I would! I did just a few weeks ago before I figured out you were taking drugs!' "You never answered my question."

"Huh?" Taichi turned again to face Yamato. He pressed his lips together removing his hands from his pockets. "And you wouldn't mind?"

"Nope." The blonde remained silent after that, waiting for something more from Taichi.

"Well… if you don't mind or anything. I could do with a place to stay until I figure out what's wrong with me…"

His answer was none more then he wanted. Yamato removed his sunglasses and stepped down onto the same step as Taichi. The thoughts powering in his mind were telling him to run his fingers through Taichi's hair, it was just unfortunate he couldn't without looking strange. 'Well. First impressions aren't always the best…' Before acting he turned to Taichi and clamped his wrist.

"What are you?" Yamato tugged on his arms sliding down the stream of stairs. "Stop! Yamato! Im gonna get wet!" the water splashed up around their pants.

"What's wrong Tai? You scared of a little water?" The black haired man laughed joyfully. Yamato now had both Taichi's hands in his pulling him with the current toward the centre pool. 'Goodbye beautiful work shirt.'

"Yam-" Yamato fell back into the pool and Taichi fell forward cutting into his sentence. Water from all corners of the pool rushed together in a hurdling collision. The two were still under water. A big cluster of bubbles rose together and Taichi shot up. "Whoa!" He shook the water from his hair. "Im drenched."

Another heap of rapid rising bubbles floated on the waters surface. Before long the blonde burst up treading water. "I never realised it was so deep." He looked around at the pool with the same smile on his face.

"You know what?" Yamato looked up breaking his concentration. "Yamato is too long. I tried screaming your name out and I realised it takes too much time to say… you need a nickname." Taichi ducked underwater and burst up again sighing. "The water's cool yeah?"

"Refreshing! Just what I needed…" he felt soothed by the cool flow of water running down his back from the steps above.

"You know what? Back to the whole name thing." Taichi threw a handful of water into his face and hummed loud enough for Yamato to hear. "Hmm… its only fair I give you a name since you gave me one."

'He is so… everything. Amazing… in every way he is like… hot! He can call me his pet dog if he really wants!' Yamato wasn't sure if it was just him or the water getting to his head. Whatever it was, he liked it. "Well… not many people give me a nickname so it would be nice to have a new change… but I can't give any suggestions."

"Why not?" Taichi's clothes blobbed like jellyfish around him.

As for Yamato, his were just heavy and drenched, not to mention painful which was still in his pocket. "… Ok. I can't help because I want you to make it up, and no, im not coming onto you! It would just be a nice change I could have."

"Sorry. You're right. Im not too good on the whole name thing, but I'll try my best… what about… Yama?"

Yamato pulled himself up the side of the pool lending Taichi a hand. "Not exactly suiting for me. I mean it resembles my name but I just don't like it, no offence." Taichi squeezed the loose fragments of pants.

"You're right… what about…" his legs still dangled in the pool absorbing more water. "Mato?" Taichi just recapped on the name shaking his head. "Not even I like that one… I got it! Matt?"

Yamato's face seemed somewhat pleased by his suggestion. "I like it. Yamato was getting a bit old, and Matt sounds more enthusiastic." 'Taichi and Matt… it sounds perfect.' Taichi avoided eye contact rising to his feet after Matt.

Matt unlocked his car introducing Taichi to the passenger seat. "This is your car! And you're a chef?" Taichi's mouth dropped and eyes lit with awe. "So cooks like driving around in style?"

"Doesn't anyone?" Matt grinned sliding in his door. "Transportation is a necessity."

Matt's apartment…

The door swung open to some extent. "Say hello to your temporary home!" the furniture was neatly arranged; someone had obviously tidied the house. The tiles had been completely washed down from blood and the broken plaster and glass had been removed out of sight.

"Its so clean." Taichi dazzled with amazement latching his eyes on every object he could see. "Don't tell me you have a maid? Or am I looking at him?"

Matt nodded. "Yup. Im the maid! So no mess. The bathroom's upstairs. And I'll show you your new room." Matt switched on a serries of lights reaching a door at the bottom of the small flight of stairs.

A door was already opened and within a neatly made bed, tableside, television, lamp, wardrobe, dresser, drawers, air conditioner and two windows. The walls surrounding them were painted beige mixed with a light musk.

"This is your room. You can trash it, rearrange stuff, and paint walls, whatever you want. It's your room until you get back on your feet. Is it alright?"

The young man was still gazing around. He was practically speechless "You're just gonna give this to me for free?"

Matt arched an eyebrow and smiled, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, you could sell this to someone. And you're just going to let me live in it. That's… no one would ever do something like that for anyone… why? Why are you doing all this for me and no one else?"

Matt swallowed and gazed into his eyes, "You just remind me of Taichi so much… and I'd do anything to have him back… perhaps you're just like a shell of him."

"Is that the only reason? Because I remind you so much of him?" Matt responded with a slight nod. Taichi's reaction was something you would expect from someone as decent as himself. "Well… im glad to look like someone you liked. Im just sorry I remind you so much of him."

"No, no! It's fine; really it's a good thing. He was the hottest guy that lived on this planet." 'I only wish he knew I was talking about him…'

He laughed. "Really?" he seemed in some response honoured to hear a compliment like that from Matt.

Matt changed the topic, "Ok. So when at night you get tired this is where you come. If you want, you can sleep on the couch."A slow and pleased nod answered his statement.

Half an hour later…

Knock, knock, knock.

Matt's front door opened and standing there was the three he new best as his workmates. "Mimi? Joe? Sora? What are you all doing here?" Matt rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well…" Mimi decided to answer. "We are all going out for dinner and you're coming, you bludger!" Mimi shoved past with Joe not too far behind chewing his knuckle, Sora still stood leaned up against the doorframe.

"Mum! Dad!" Taichi ran out from one of the rooms throwing his arms around Joe and Mimi. "What was wrong with you guys this morning? You were acting really strange." He arched an eyebrow focusing on his mother and father.

Before Mimi was able to ask 'what the hell?' Matt stood behind Taichi shaking his head. "O-oh! Son! Im so sorry about this morning, maybe I hadn't put my false teeth in and you misinterpreted my words." She tried so hard to smile, but something in her head wanted to kill Matt more than anything.

Matt tugged at Sora's arm dragging her aside. His kept his voice low, "He thinks Mimi and Joe are his mum and dad. He just knows you as Sora. So you're nothing, we work at a restaurant."

"Yamato I kn-"

"Matt." He corrected with a sly smirk on his face.

Well. That went surprisingly better then I thought it would have! Amazing! Well, hope you all enjoyed so you must know by now what im looking for. REVIEW thanks a lot guys!