Scythe: Chapter 2! Woo hoo! I'm excited about the mostly positive feedback I'm getting.. there are some strange ones out there, but I will refrain from letting my bad side come out and badmouth you for being stupid :3. Just read the warnings, and you'll know what this is about and what it will eventually amount to... geez...

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Yamato(Matt) x Taichi, Some OOCness may occur, get over it, you'll live, and it makes the story better. Rated M for later chapters.

BY THE WAY

(read this)- Look people, the point of Yamato being first in the Blah x Blah is because it is Seme x Uke and it always has been this way -.-;; soooo if you look at the pairing and how it is written, you're supposed to know who is seme and who is uke… ok? Thank you.

Exchange

Chapter 2

"This is Yagami Taichi."

His mother's voice barely penetrated into his thick skull... Taichi, got it... but all he could really see was that boy in his living room with those spiky brown locks that looked almost dangerous, albeit calmed with a set of silly(yet intriguingly stylish) goggles, and those beautiful eyes that matched his untamed hair. His lithe body was mostly hidden by the baggy shirt and shorts that adorned his skinny hips and arms. That wouldn't be a problem for long, Matt decided, for he was definitely going to take the exchange student shopping, with an ulterior motive, for some clothes that would just make him shine. All Japanese looked good in everything... at least that is what Matt had observed.

"Wow..." was all he could find himself saying, and his mother frowned at him.

"Yamato," she hissed. Taichi looked up at her at this, confused, looking between the two of them. Yamato?

"It's Matt," he hissed back, shooting her a short glare, making Taichi look now back to him. He was extremely confused now.

"Darling, I don't think he speaks any English, he never said a word to me while we were on the way home or anything."

Now that could be a big fat problem in his little plan.

"Are you serious? That sucks. How are we supposed to tell what he needs?"

"I don't know, honey. Why don't you go buy a Japanese-to-English book so you can communicate with him better?" His mother had good suggestions...sometimes. He already knew some Japanese from his father and he didn't see why TK might not know some. In fact, TK probably knew more than he did... He'd have to talk to him about that.

"By the way, you got a phone call from Giddean from your band. He said it was important so call him back, alright?"

"Yeah." The blonde said, scratching the back of his head and looking down at Taichi's bags. His band... his mother thought it was silly of him to play in a band and always lectured about how he should be studying more, but if she had just turned on the TV once in while she'd know...

Taichi watched, interested, pursing his lips slightly as if he was hiding a smile, but then he just rocked back on his heels and looked around the neat and comfortable home. There was definitely a bit of a tense vibe between the mother and son, but Taichi could tell it was nothing too serious. It seemed like he would enjoy his stay here, and a lot of his friends were in the same area as he was, even within walking distance, so if he needed to, he could just call them.

Taichi risked a glance over at the blonde 'Matt'. He didn't know why, but there was something that drew Taichi to him, like some unbelievable magnetism. He was, well, attractive and yet so completely different from any American he'd ever imagined or seen.

"Well, why don't you take these bags of Taichi's up to your room and show him the bed he's sleeping in," came the voice of the mother through his thoughts.

Matt looked over at him. "How long is he staying, exactly?"

"Well, since it is a study-abroad program, at least a month."

"You're kidding... Well, come on," he said, turning to Taichi now and nodding his head towards the stairs. Taichi just stared at him. "Um... let's go... up the stairs?" A few blinks were all that he received. "You have to be kidding me... Ok... walk..." He made the motions. "...Up the stairs." He pointed to the stairs.

The brunette smiled at him and gently grabbed one of his bags, waiting for Matt to lead the way. The American sighed deeply and grabbed the other suitcases, marching up the stairs and moving to the last door down the hall. He opened it, and waved for Taichi to step inside, then brought the bags in and set them in the closet.

"This is where your shit will be kept and this is where my shit is..." Might as well curse while mom couldn't hear and some Japanese kid didn't know any English, right? Besides, the only time he didn't curse was in front of his mother and brother out of respect for his values of family. "And this is your bed." He pointed at the twin size bed about six feet from his own and then to Taichi, several times going between each. "Got it?" This would be so much harder than he had initially thought...

It was getting late, and eventually, his mother made a huge dinner for all of them and Matt gaped. His mother usually made him cook everything, and now, all of sudden; she was being noble and all American-like? What the hell...? Whatever... Food with no cost of manual labor was fine with him. The table was mostly silent as Taichi tried different foods and experimented and pushed things aside while going for more helpings for others. It was rather entertaining to watch, actually, and his face was so cute when it contorted and scrunched up when he found something he disliked.

Still, good things never last in Matt's life, and of course his mother brought up the whole 'being late' ordeal. He explained, leaving out a few details and maybe bending the truth a little, but eventually, she calmed and he felt she no longer wished to impale him upon the fencing outside. It was amazing how easily parents were manipulated when other people were around.

The blonde American looked over the foreign exchange student again, smiling despite himself. He would somehow manage to get this Japanese student distracted from his studies one way or another... maybe he was being narrow-minded? Scratch that, he was just gutter-minded, end of story, but it wasn't like he could help it...

"Well, I'm all done. Looks like Taichi is too... he ate a lot for a skinny little Japanese boy." Matt said, running his tongue along his teeth slowly.

"He is no older than you, Matt, he's 17."

"Well I'm 18, so I can still call him 'boy' if I want."

"Matt, please, don't be so... so rude."

"Whatever, sorry." Matt sighed and picked up his plate along with Taichi's and his mother's and washed them. "Well, I'm going to hit the sack. We had a late dinner tonight and I'd like the end of my weekend to be enjoyed. I'm taking Taichi out tomorrow to go to some clothes shops, is that cool?"

"Sure, just don't bring him back looking like you."

"Oh, very funny." Stretching, the young blonde smiled at Taichi a little and nodded his head towards the stairs again. He watched as the brunette stood and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Ms. Ishida." And he turned and left, up the stairs, leaving two gaping Americans staring after.

"Did you just hear...?"

"Yeah, I did..."

After an awkward moment of silence, Matt walked up the stairs and hung himself in the doorway, staring at Taichi.

"You speak English?"

"Yes."

"What in bloody hell...? Why didn't you say something? And why did you let me make an ass out of myself earlier when I was trying to get you up the god damn stairs?" Matt asked, getting angry with the exchange student. Taichi smiled at him, melting all that anger away in an instant.

"I thought it would be funny... you look like a punk so I wanted to see if you were nice or not," he said blatantly.

"Who does that?" Matt asked skeptically, giving him a sort of pouting glare. "No one, that's who. You're an ass."

"No, you just underestimated me..."

Man, this guy was a gunslinger! Ouch. Matt closed the door and sighed, walking to his bed and turning his back to a now undressing Taichi, and he began to do the same, tugging his holy shirt and fishnet off and tossing them into his hamper in the closet. He couldn't help but feel tense. Not too long ago he was thinking about that this beauty would look like without clothes, and now, all of a sudden; he wasn't even trying to grab a peak at the sight just behind him. What the hell was wrong with him? Oh, yeah, courtesy... damn that manner.

"Um... where's the bathroom?" he heard a sheepish voice say, quite close to his ear as he was buttoning his pajama shirt.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, that."

"Yeah... that." Taichi repeated, mocking him a little. Man, the attitude!

This would be interesting...

"It's the door just to the left on the wall across from my door."

"Thanks."

Taichi disappeared with a toothbrush and some other grooming utensils in hand, and this gave Matt a little time to think on the intriguing foreigner.

Beautiful, yet adorned with the sting of the scorpion was this brunette, but that just made Matt more interested in him. It wouldn't even be a problem to hook him in as long as he worked his charm. Although... his charm had been shot to hell just now...

Well, one couldn't really call that charm... He'd show him eventually.

Smoothing out the wrinkles in his forest green pajama shirt, he peeled the sheets back and sat upon the bed, rubbing the tired from his eyes, or at least attempting to do so. It didn't work too well...

Hell... he was shot.

He ripped the covers over himself and snuggled into his blankets, shivering a little from the sudden chill that ran up his back from the cold sheets. He made sure he had the remote for the light handy, ready for when Taichi came back so he could turn it off.

When the Japanese teen came back, he was yawning and looked as if he could barely keep his eyes open.

"Jet lag..." Matt snickered, gesturing to the bed. "Hurry up." He received no reply, but he felt no need for one, shutting the light off and placing the remote on the stand next to the head of his bed.

A deep sigh left the American and a huge yawn that threatened to break his jaw from its juncture to his skull, but eventually, his eyes could no longer stay opened, and he began to daze off slowly. Just a whisper reached his ears, but he did not hear what it said...

"Goodnight, Yamato."

Scythe: Ok, so... they're off to a rough start... But, hey, it'll get better, I promise. I'm excited for the next chapter.