Dum de dum, princes-Yama here. All apologies for the huge gap between my last updates and the recent ones. Been really busy watching my world fall to pieces. But all is now good so I am back. Here's chapter 8 for you all hopes you enjoy. Also if anyone knows of a good girl's name please email me cos me an my better half cant think of any, we've got Logan for a boy but we're at a loss for girls names, so please do help me. An just a warning to you all; Sad little geek's who sit in front of the computer all day doing not a lot are not immune to teenage pregnancy- YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Well, hopes you like.
"Hey there beautiful." A broken whisper forced its way through the darkness of my room, resounding endlessly through my mind. My head was pounding with a million memories I'd rather forget. Confusion, longing, grief, desperation, everything was engulfing me, leaving me helpless amidst a sea of broken hearts.
"Hey." I allowed myself to whisper back, mentally kicking myself for being so stupid. "I know you not here." I sighed.
"It's nice to pretend sometimes though." The voice giggled slightly, chocking on his own words.
"Matt?" Light from the corridor shone far too brightly across my darkened room as I sat cross legged on the window sill staring aimlessly out of the window. Momentarily my view became illuminated due to the opening door. I could see the broken tree house my father had erected when I was much younger; reminding me that nothing ever works out. "Can I come in?" silently I nodded. Footsteps sounded across my wooden floor as the welcome click of the door closing could be heard. "You alright?" Again I nodded silently; unsure if I was able to speak, silence seemed the easiest way out of even trying.
"I've been thinking…" Her voice trailed off. I could feel the warmth from her body as she climbed up beside me and took my hand in her own. "I was trying to put myself in your place, to try and understand how you must be feeling." Her grip tightened on my hand. Although it was too dark to see, and I could barely hear a thing, I knew tears were falling almost naively from her eyes. "I don't…" She swallowed hard on her words. "I don't think I even reached a tiny percentage of what it is you must be feeling." She lifted her hand for a second to dry the tears. "But I'm heart broken, just pretending to be you." She sighed then kissed me lightly on the cheek before allowing the room to drift back into silence as we both sat and stared at nothing. "Matt?"
"Yes?" I forced my voice, aware that this would be a question I would have to answer.
"You're going again, aren't you?"
"Maybe."
"Will you be gone for long?"
How could I answer, when I myself was unsure? So I left the question in the air, to fill the space between now and whenever all this ends.
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"How are you feeling today Tai?" Asked a far too smiley nurse as Taichi and Yamato entered the surgery and stood waiting to be sighed in.
"I'm fine thank-you. How are you?" His ability to be a constant ray of sunshine never ceased to amaze Matt as he watched on. No matter how low, or ill he was feeling, Tai always but on a smile, always took the time to ensure every one else was alright, that everything was fine, despite his own personal hell.
"I'm good thank-you Tai. Important day today eh?" She smiled, ruffling his hair as though he were a small child.
"Yup, today's the day they give me drugs." He smiled. She laughed, more to herself than him before wondering off, to show another patient to the doctor's room. "What's you want to do when we're done here then Yama?" He grinned, excitement gleaming in his eye at whatever it was his plan for the day was.
"Dunno." Matt sighed, unable to keep up with Tai's enthusiasm to life. "What've you got planned?"
"It's a surprise." He whispered seductively in the others ear with a slight giggle.
"Good morning Taichi." A tall, slim doctor appeared from his office with a large pile of papers in his hands. "Yamato." He nodded with a smile. He took the papers over to the nurse's desk, and handed them to a pretty receptionist. "Follow me boy's." Gripping onto Matt's hand, Tai skipped down the corridor, turning every head as he passed. After all, it's not every day you find someone smiling or skipping merrily as a doctor leads them through the H.I.V clinic.
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"Hello?" Mrs Ishida smiled wearing a light blue shirt and knee length black skirt.
"Good morning." A tall, muscular man stood in the door way of the Ishida house hold, a cigarette in one hand, an over loaded briefcase in the other. "You must be Mrs Ishida." He beamed, putting his briefcase on the ground he held out a hand for her to shake. "I'm Detective sergeant Hano Peters."
"Oh, of course. You must be here to see Yamato." She stood aside and welcomed him into there home, leading him up the stairs into the kitchen.
"I was actually hoping to speak to everyone. From what Yamato has told me I'm under the impression that you can all help with the investigation." He sat at the kitchen table.
"Of course." She nodded, handing the detective an ashtray. "Can I get you a cup of tea or coffee?"
"Just a glass of water please."
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"Hey Mom." Mrs Ishida picked the boy's up from the front of the clinic at twelve noon, a suspicious smile playing on her lips.
"Hey, did everything go alright?"
"We got drugs, lots and lots of drugs." Tai groaned. Despite his excitement at the prospect of receiving pill's that would make him feel a little better, the realisation of just how many he would need to take somewhat dampened the excitement. Swallowing pill's was not a particular skill of his, they tended to get stuck in his throat, causing him to gag, which was pleasant for no one.
"Not to worry Tai, I'll put them in ice cream for you, then you won't even notice." She smiled. "How about you Matt? You feeling alright?"
"Yea' I'm fine." His grip on Tai's hand tightened. "What's this big surprise then?" Matt asked. "I presume you're in on it too?" he cocked his eye brow, laughing inwardly to himself.
"Of course your Mom's in on it." Tai laughed, winking into the mirror. "We're like, two secret agents or something, aren't we Mrs Ishida."
"Of course Tai." She nodded in approval.
"Come on then, what is it?"
"If we told you;" she started the car engine. "Then it wouldn't be a surprise now would it."
X
Please offer me no sympathy,
I can't afford your pain.
X
"What hurts the most?" I wonder if I'm losing my sanity, maybe it's already gone.
"What do you mean?"
"What hurts the most? Losing me? Or losing yourself?" I stare desperately into the eye's I can not see, searching for meaning behind such simple words.
"But, I haven't lost myself?" I question his words.
"Well, this isn't you." Unfortunately he's right. I always thought of this festering wound as something meant solely for Tai. But, I suppose I've lost myself too.
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"One, Two, Three!" Tai shrieked. "And Open your eyes!" Yamato's jaw dropped in wonder as he took in the sight before him. "Do you like it?" Tai giggled, twirling round beside his blond lover, as though he were a very novice ballerina with far too much enthusiasm
"Er…. What's it for?" Yamato arched an eyebrow out of curiosity as he saw no purpose in the thing that Tai and his mother had clearly wasted a fair bit of money on.
"We're going away for a bit." Tai announced proudly.
"What about school?"
"We don't need to go to school." Tai shrugged, feeling a little deflated at Yamato's lack of excitement. "Come on Yama, think about it." He mused. "You and me, just packing up, and getting away."
"School Tai." He reinforced his point.
"Well, it's nearly summer." Tai shrugged, defeated.
Turning to look at Taichi, Yamato smiled. He stood with his hands on his hips, examining the campervan he had just purchased. "Imagine it Yama;" his eyes gleamed with a joy meant only for child, meant only for those still naive to the world. "We're the only two people in the world, miles from any kind of civilisation, so that, just for a while, we can enjoy each other, we can stare longingly at each other, and just for a while, we can pretend that nothing else matters, cos, well, there's nothing else to worry about. Get what I'm saying?" Yamato had to laugh.
"Yea'." He kissed his forehead sweetly. "I get it baby."
"Let's go then!" he squealed, wrapping his arm's tightly round Yamato.
"Next week, Ok?"
X
Every moment seemed to matter a ridiculous matter. He treasured every second, dreamed of every possible tomorrow.
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"Hello." On entering the kitchen for a much needed caffeine boost I found my mother sitting opposite detective Hano, a warm smile in her eyes.
"Morning." I slumped into the chair between them, reaching for the coffee. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm here as I need a statement from everyone concerning the events leading to Taichi's death." His ability to speak in such a formal matter yet remain warm softened my usually hardened attitude when around figures of authority. I nodded as I sipped on my coffee. Hano chain smoked something I hadn't been aware of previously. Unfortunately every time he sparked up my mother did also, causing her to smoke a considerably greater amount than she usually would in the morning. "I hope it's alright that I've opposed myself on you all in your home."
"It's fine." My mother smiled. "It's actually nice to have some adult company round here for a change."
"Hey, I'm an adult." Takeru groaned on entering the kitchen.
"Course you are bro'." I sniggered to myself as the statement left his mouth. He's a real adult that brother of mine, standing there yawning in his dinosaur pyjama's.
"Who are you?" He asked motioning towards detective Hano.
"Unfortunately he has not yet learnt the art of politeness in the morning." I couldn't help but notice the look's they were giving each other. My mother appeared to be flirting with detective Hano, it was nice to see. "T.K this is detective Hano."
"Oh right. Hi."
"He need's a statement from you." I sighed, running a shaky hand through my hair.
"We've taken Mr Yagami into custody." I felt the coffee cup fall from my hand, spilling boiling coffee all over myself. I didn't matter though; all that mattered was processing the words he had just said. The cup fell from my lap and shattered into what I can only presume to be a million pieces.
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Sitting in his mother's café Yamato sipped on a cola and picked at the piece of cake that had been placed before him a little over three hours previously. The cola had gone flat and what had originally been a hot fudge cake had gone cold and the cream had hardened slightly. His mind was racing, not a single clear thought entered his mind for any longer than a second.
"Try not to worry, he'll be fine." Mrs Ishida offered her son a reassuring squeeze.
"Mom, he's been gone for hours."
"He'll be fine." She repeated, unsure what else she could say.
The front door opened, causing them both to jump, turning to see who had come in. Hikari stood in the door way, tear's streaming down her cheeks.
Physically paralysed Yamato was unable to move. His breath, caught in his throat, his tear's unable to fall. A blinding light seemed to flash before his eyes, blinding him instantly, causing his head to inwardly explode.
Rushing over to Hikari's side Mrs Ishida took her into her arm's, whispering words Yamato couldn't hear, words he didn't want to ever have to hear.
"I'm so sorry." She chocked out.
End of that one, till next time. Hopes you likes, although I doubt you did as that was the crappiest of the crappest. Love to you all xxx
